• "The morning comes the sun starts east
    a silhouette is casting
    the sable shroud of cloud is brought
    the night no longer lasting
    Remnants of dark no longer parked
    upon the sky now bright
    but a silhouette stuck in its way
    keeps evidence of night

    The sun exiles the silhouette
    and continues on with starkness
    the silhouette just bides its time
    and gathers when it darkens

    The sun fatigues and sinks towards west
    all the shadows drawn
    The silhouette now soothes the world
    at least, that is, till dawn."